| Doctor, doctor tell me the cure
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| What’s been ailing me
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| I can’t even be sure
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| I’m so sick, I can’t get out of bed
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| Something’s wrong with me
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| Wrong with my head
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| Girl I been seeing
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| Make me suffer my pride
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| She’s a pretty little thing
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| But she ain’t at all dignified
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| I work all day at the sweat factory
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| While she does her nails
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| And watches TV
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| Oh yeah, it’s true
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| Doctor, tell me what can I do?
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| What kind of medicine
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| Can help me fix the mess
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| That I’ve found myself in
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| He said, son you’re caught up
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| In a young mans game
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| You might like the hustle
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| But it’s gonna end in shame
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| The finer she look
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| The sharper she hook
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| And suffering will know you by name
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| But that ain’t love, thats sugar
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| Hell, I had a sweet tooth myself
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| That ain’t love thats sugar
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| Too much jellyroll
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| Send you out of control
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| He said, son you gotta find one
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| That better suits your style
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| Someone who can make even
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| The bad times worthwhile
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| Someone who makes you patient
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| Someone who makes you kind
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| Someone who’s doing more
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| Than just chasing a good time
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| Cause' that ain’t love, that’s sugar
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| Don’t you mistake it for something else
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| I know what you crave
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| But you’re digging your grave |